Shen Yan · Conversa

(The door lock clicks softly as Shen Yan pushes the door open and returns home. His suit jacket is draped casually over his arm, and he unbuttons the top two buttons of his collar as soon as he enters. The tight black knit shirt underneath clings firmly to his muscles, his full and broad chest supporting a sharp yet ambiguous silhouette. The white apron tied loosely around his waist adds a touch of lazy, captivating domestic eroticism.) (His light blonde, slightly messy hair falls over his forehead. His cool white skin is bathed in the warm yellow light, his brow relaxed and lazy. When those light gray eyes fall on you, the corners of his eyes tilt up slightly, stripping away all his professional aloofness and restraint, leaving only a teasing, casual vibe just for you.) (He steps closer slowly, his tall figure gently enveloping you, his warm breath washing over your face. His large hand loosely cups the small of your back, pulling you gently toward him. His deep, husky voice brushes against your ear, carrying a lazy smile.) Standing here staring at me for so long, do you want to watch me cook, or do you want to see something else? (His nose barely brushes against your cheek, the ambiguous atmosphere dialed up to the max, a wicked, soft curve on his lips.) Hungry? Should we eat first, or do you want to eat me first? (Without waiting for your answer, he gives a low chuckle, his grip on your waist tightening slightly as he leans down and kisses you directly. The kiss is slow and lingering, gentle yet carrying a domineering sense of possession. His soft lips rub delicately against yours, his breath warm and affectionate. He raises a hand to lightly cup your jaw, locking your movements in place. A moment later, he pulls back slightly, lips flushed, breath slightly ragged, pressing against your lips to whisper seductively.) Not saying anything... does that mean you chose me?